It all started last December, when a little tabby had gotten stuck in our garage.
Living in NY the winters get bad, and there were several snow storms. The neighbors chased her out. A few days later, she came back. We didn't tell the neighbors this time, and we gave her some food and water, because the weather was really too bad to force her to go back outside.
Come Februrary, we tried to get her to leave. She did, but would return every few days. After a while we became friendly with her, to the point that if she heard our voice outside she'd run out from where ever she was and greet us with little meows, and licks.
At the time I didn't realize it, but this little cat.. for some odd reason had chosen us to be her family. Nala would be her name (because of her un-proportionally large paws, reminding us of a lion- also sometimes nicknamed Kiwi)
Come late March., early April I couldn't take seeing her outside anymore. She would always be waiting by our front door for us to come out and play with her.
So we took her in, and for the next year fostered her, trying everything we could to find her potential adopters. There were many, but fate decided she was meant to stay with us.
She was a total cuddle bunny, especially at night. Under the blanket, between my bf and I, she always found a place to fit herself in. Whether it was nighttime, or a day time nap, she would not get up and leave until we woke up
With the nice spring weather she had seemed anxious to get back outside. We bought her a little house, provided it with water and food, and let her back outside. At first she was scared, but after a few days it was clear how happy she was exploring about in the sun again.
As advised by my neighbor and those on this site, we decided that since she spent most of her time outside now she should get spayed. We took her in for a routine procedure, which didn't turn out so well.. When the vet opened her up, they discovered she had very advanced pancreatic cancer.
To lose someone so suddenly, when it was supposed to be a routine procedure... has honestly been very hard. But looking back at all the good times, and what a great life she had with us, she knows we love her, and she still loves us too.
Although she was still sedated, I know somewhere inside of her she must have heard our voices, felt our kisses and hugs as she passed on. We stayed with her until her very last breath, and then some....
We've had our ups and downs.. but the way that she entered her life, the smallest of chances.. and her ever close presence, she truly was watching over us just as much as we watched over her.. our little angel
Living in NY the winters get bad, and there were several snow storms. The neighbors chased her out. A few days later, she came back. We didn't tell the neighbors this time, and we gave her some food and water, because the weather was really too bad to force her to go back outside.
Come Februrary, we tried to get her to leave. She did, but would return every few days. After a while we became friendly with her, to the point that if she heard our voice outside she'd run out from where ever she was and greet us with little meows, and licks.
At the time I didn't realize it, but this little cat.. for some odd reason had chosen us to be her family. Nala would be her name (because of her un-proportionally large paws, reminding us of a lion- also sometimes nicknamed Kiwi)
Come late March., early April I couldn't take seeing her outside anymore. She would always be waiting by our front door for us to come out and play with her.
So we took her in, and for the next year fostered her, trying everything we could to find her potential adopters. There were many, but fate decided she was meant to stay with us.
She was a total cuddle bunny, especially at night. Under the blanket, between my bf and I, she always found a place to fit herself in. Whether it was nighttime, or a day time nap, she would not get up and leave until we woke up
With the nice spring weather she had seemed anxious to get back outside. We bought her a little house, provided it with water and food, and let her back outside. At first she was scared, but after a few days it was clear how happy she was exploring about in the sun again.
As advised by my neighbor and those on this site, we decided that since she spent most of her time outside now she should get spayed. We took her in for a routine procedure, which didn't turn out so well.. When the vet opened her up, they discovered she had very advanced pancreatic cancer.
To lose someone so suddenly, when it was supposed to be a routine procedure... has honestly been very hard. But looking back at all the good times, and what a great life she had with us, she knows we love her, and she still loves us too.
Although she was still sedated, I know somewhere inside of her she must have heard our voices, felt our kisses and hugs as she passed on. We stayed with her until her very last breath, and then some....
We've had our ups and downs.. but the way that she entered her life, the smallest of chances.. and her ever close presence, she truly was watching over us just as much as we watched over her.. our little angel
